Then with manie a prettie othe, Love, that had bene long deluded, [This little pastoral song was sung before Queen Elizabeth at Elvetham in Hampshire-as she opened the casement of her gallery window in the morning, by "three excellent musitians, disguised in auncient country attire." See Percy's Reliques, vol. 3, p. 105, whose version I have followed in preference to that given in England's Helicon, which is here subjoined. In the merry month of May, Much a doo there was, God wot, He said he had lou'd her long, She said, Love should have no wrong. Coridon would kiss her then, She said, maides must kiss no men, Till they did for good and all : Then she made the shepherd call All the heavens to witnesse truth: Neuer lou'd a truer youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, * Silly. Such as silly shepheards use Loue which had beene long deluded, Was with kisses sweet concluded. And Phillida with garlands gay, Was made the lady of the May.-N. BRETON.] TIME BREEDETH CHANGE. ROBERT GREENE. Born about 1560-Died 1592. In time we see the silver drops With feeble puffs the tallest pine Where chilling frost alate did nip, Where deep disdain bred noisome hate, Time causeth hope to have his hap: In both content and pleased. [There is great beauty about the smaller poems of Greene. His poetical works were reprinted lately under the careful superinten dence of Mr. Dyce.] SONG. Take, oh take those lips away, Hide, oh hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, [The first stanza of this exquisite little song, is quoted by Shakpeare, in "Measure for Measure." But both the stanzas are found in one of Beaumont and Fletcher's plays, The Bloody Brother, or Rollo Duke of Normandy, Act v. scene 2. It has been attributed to Shakspeare, but without any apparent foundation. Mr. Weber thinks the first stanza Shakspeare's, the last Fletcher's. George Ellis has printed the whole as the composition of Beaumont and Fletcher ! ] SONG IN LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. SHAKSPEARE. Born 1564-Died 1616. When daisies pied, and violets blue, Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, When shepherd's pipe on oaten straws, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo ;-O word of fear, [For "Cuckoo-buds," in the third line, Dr. Farmer proposed as the true reading, "cowslip buds."] SONG IN LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. SHAKSPEARE. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And milk comes frozen home in pail, To-who; Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note When all aloud the wind doth blow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, SONG IN THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. SHAKSPEARE. Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she: The heavens such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair? To help him of his blindness; Skim the pot, an expression common in Ireland. |